It all started when we saw that ad in the employment section of the classifieds. Wanted: band to replace overworked musicians. Sounded good, so we applied, only to find that the "overworked musicians" we were to replace were in fact the mechanical animal band at a run-down Chuckie Cheese establishment in Branson, Missouri. However, needing the money to pay off Jimmie the Weasel and buy more hookers, we accepted. It worked out amazingly well for a few months, until a herd of rabid chipmunks demolished our animal costumes during the night, leaving us out of a job. So we took the little money we had earned and hired a gang of prostitutes to take out Jimmie the Weasel, and left Branson in search of a place to call home. After three hours of aimless driving, we wound up in Columbia, where our black pickup truck with pink racing stripes broke down. Being extremely upset, annoyed, and yes, even a bit disgruntled as a result of our current state of affairs, we began writing extremely pissed-off and violent songs in order to preserve our collective sanity. It worked for a little while, but eventually we gave up the whole music thing and went on a murderous rampage across the continental united states, mowing down crowds of defenseless people with the sheer force of our dementia. This site is dedicated to the music we created that was intended to stop our merciless onslaught, but ended up fueling it. And if nobody like our CD's, we'll be forced to use them as frisbees, and nobody wants that. SO LIKE IT, YOU MONKEYS!!!!!!!!